Overwatch Widowmaker Sniper Novels & Stories

Marcus scrambled backward, hiding behind the rear tire of the sedan. He was not alone in this fight. Vito's squad was made of elite survivors, and they were already moving to cover him. From the top of a giant rusty crane overlooking the docks, a lone figure lay flat on her stomach. It was Elena, the squad’s primary sniper. She was completely invisible in the thick fog, her long black hair tied back, her eye pressed against the scope of her high-powered bolt-action rifle. She adjusted her breathing, ignoring the cold sea wind biting at her cheeks.

I wonder what kind of face he's going to show me once I crack his mask. He's going to stay in Giuseppe's safehouse for some time. Someone out there hired a fucking Polish sniper to kill him. The best sniper in the world. No one's seen the guy, they've only heard his name. A legend. A ghost. His sister, Adela Kowalski, was also a legend. The first female Polish sniper. I heard that she was killed by someone. The scene was wiped clean afterwards. Suspicious.

Only then would I find true peace. After all, what could possibly be that hard about it? From what Shawn had revealed last night before passing out, this assassin was a legendary professional who used a high-caliber sniper rifle for his missions. The man could sit from a comfortable, mile-long distance on a rooftop and effortlessly gun Elara down in broad daylight, and no one would ever suspect a thing! I hissed. Let me see how that bitch’s precious tech knowledge and cybersecurity empire would save her from a bullet tearing through her skull.

All this time she had been living off of those illicit treasures, and stupidly she had never realized it. “After the woman finished delivering the customer's order, she purposely waited at the top of the tower to get paid. But someone just killed her from there.” Aiden seemed to draw a straight line from the top of the tower, then his index finger stopped at a skyscraper not far from the church where the murder took place. It was clear that it was a sniper's job. "How do you know?"

"She acts the grieving widow, but she's been trying to trap me, just because I look like my brother. It's pathetic, really." Hearing the title "Commander," my mother-in-law threw herself to the floor with a fresh wail. "You have to see the truth, Commander! My poor son provided for her, and what did she give him? Just a girl! Now she wants to rob us blind! She's a leech on this family!" Catherine peeked at the commander, then buried her face in her hands, her shoulders shaking with delicate sobs. "Sir, she tried to take my husband and hurt my unborn child... What kind of woman does that?"

Pain exploded through my body as they dragged me back, shouting, hitting, reminding me exactly where I stood. When they were done, I lay on the floor, shaking, unable to cry anymore. The next morning, they brought in a woman. “She will be your maid,” one of the guards said. “She will report everything you want to the boss.” The woman avoided my eyes. I nodded numbly. Three days. That number echoed in my head like a countdown I couldn’t stop. That night, alone in the room, I pressed my face into the pillow and screamed silently. I thought of my husband. Thought of his smile. Thought of how he promised to protect me. Anger burned through the grief for the first time.

Fast. Commander Mohawk was approaching, on his way to check the prize of his successful hunt. She hastily looked around. She looked around with clouded eyes. Commander Mohawk, lights, machines, pipes, floor, rat, blood, anything. Anything she could use as a diversion. She had come this far. She was already halfway to her rescue plan. There was no turning back now. She had to make this work. She had to escape this sniper-level monster in front of her.

End of flashback. He smirk grabbed his sniper and positioned it properly seemingly the battle was over because he didn't hear anything. Only they are looking for him. he smirk sighting the sniper into the 5 people on the rooftop. he adjusts the vision distance and then shot the 5 men in their heads. His long fingers quickly pulled the ripple of the sniper and he almost finished them all. His backup arrive and he rapidly get up from his position and went into the rooftop. Seemingly monster was running and climbing the opposite building to find his woman.

The look on his eyes became deadlier than ever. "She's a girl. The assassin was a. . a woman. And, she was a hired killer always disguised as a runway model. Her name was. ." The sniper coughed blood painfully like talking for so long was requiring too much of his remaining energy. "Her name was. . it was. . Zara. Zara Auclair Lavigne."

By the time I was 16, I had already hacked, stolen, killed, and destroyed a few people’s lives. “This is why he nicknamed me ‘Black Widow’. I could get in, infect, and disappear without anyone knowing until it was too late.” I whisper, avoiding looking at Lia. “Granted, it wasn’t something I was entirely comfortable with, except for a few like Angelo’s father. They deserved it, but ultimately it was all just to so-called ’help’ my uncle, the boss, cover his ass due to his gambling and whatever other bullshit he was doing.” She runs her hands through her head, careful not to mess it up too much or her perfectly made-up face, heaving a heavy sigh.